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50 Cent I Don't Need 'Em
[Intro] Yeah It is what it is man Uh huh
[Verse 1] Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin' The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin' Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm First to let off, last to run, everytime its on
[Chorus] I tell niggas to suck my dick Get the fuck out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're never around When I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin'
[50 Cent] What, niggas yeah Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga Oh yeah That's what I thought so, pussy
[Verse 2] niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire Up a fence runnin, cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at Thought you was fucked, cause you was lettin' paper stack You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya
[Chorus] I tell niggas to suck my dick Get the fuck out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're never around When I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin'
[Outro] What? Who said they gonna do somethin' to me You must be out your rabbid ass mind Fuck around and kill one of these niggas
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